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Song Information:

This was written by Lisa Purdy with the help of Garageband loops and I took what she had and rearranged it for real instruments. I've also done a version of this on the banjo that I posted previously but that was more of a departure, this is based more on the original.
(From Lisa:)
I'm so excited to be posting a song, since I haven't been able to sing for almost three months because of back-to-back viruses from hell. I really didn't enjoy that a very lot.

This is a new version of a song I posted almost two years ago and have wanted to redo for most of that time. It was the second song I'd ever written with lyrics, but people here responded very generously to it and it gave me the confidence to keep going with this whole songwriting nonsense. It has always been very special to me because of that.

I asked Jim to collaborate with me on a new 'real' version of the song a few weeks ago and it all came together really quickly. Usually it takes a while for me to put a vocal together, but I sang this in an hour on Monday and was finished. Yay.

Though the song is about an (imagined) couple coping with the husband's infidelity, it is really a song about forgiveness, which is a very important concept to me. I think forgiveness gives more to the person giving it than to the one receiving it, really.

I really hope you guys enjoy this new version. I'm so happy to be back and very grateful to Jim for all the work he did, playing, arranging and producing.
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(From Jim)

I don't know what I'd add to the song description except that this was truly a labor of love for me, as there was a sort of tremulous pensive quality to this song to begin with, and that really suits my musical style, and there was a bit of a challenge in sticking to the original construction but developing it in a way so that there was more of a musical movement to it. It ended up being a bit of a puzzle. Lisa asked me to post it here.

Song Lyrics:

After All

Newspapers piled by the front door,
this house isn't mine, not anymore.
I pick up your suitcase,
I put away my shoes.
After all, what is love for?

After all what is love for?

I'm not who you want me to,
but then again, neither is she.
If there's one thing
that I'm asking from you --
it's to be careful if you go.

I walk to the room where you're asleep.
Hearing you breathe
feels like something to keep.
I lift up the blankets
and lie down next to you.
After all what is love for?

After all what is love for?

I'm not who you want me to be,
but then again, neither is she.
If there's one thing
that I'm begging from you --
please don't go.

Please don't go.